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Local Focus – Global Reach

Take my hand and lead me
to the place that angels dwell,
among the pines and fern groves,
where wild flowers tell,
of their existence and their presence.

Walk with me, beside the water,
hear the sound of a bubbling brook,
let the scents and sounds surround you
and be sure to take a look.
Can you see the color? Can you hear
the sound?
Can you see the love that shines,
when you are around?

Do you know my name, or does it
really matter?
Will I remember or forget,
engaged in idle chatter
or will you leave me alone?

I feel this great compulsion
to create or to write,
as if some, unseen force,
drives me towards a goal
that exists only in my mind.

This comprehension of an
invisible being, inside me,
clawing to get out,
forcing me to write,
when, by rights,
I should be working.

The body is willing
but my mind has no direction,
unable to concentrate,
on one, pure thought.

Loving you, is easier than,
anything.
Loving you, is the best
thing that I do,
for loving you gives me
more happiness,
than all the creature
comforts of the world.
Holding you, while
standing , in a crowed room,
lying with my head
above your shoulder
or gently placing my
hand upon your breast,
is true happiness.

Being lonesome, is not being lonely,
for lonely people are lacking friends.
Lonesome people miss their
surroundings or their friends
and loved ones.
Wishing to be alone, at moments,
is looked upon, by some, as
being anti social,
when, in fact, people have
different needs or if you will,
a different tolerance of others.
Don't be surprised, if I seek
to be alone, away from you.

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